Priceless

As a mother, there are days I wonder if anything I do is making a difference.  Days when the laundry pile only seems to grow, not a single bed is made and the dishes from two night ago are still calling my name.  Many a sun has set when I have crawled in bed asking for a redo.  Then there are days everything seems to fall in place, even if just for the amount of time it takes to read a children's book.

For a stay home mother, this is what I call a payday.